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(No sound effects besides my phone buzzing and beeping, but the scratching was real. I have welts on my arm now … mmm!)

Chapter 46

Sadistic Orders

Freed had felt sensually on edge all day. Wearing the chastity belt to work made him constantly aware of his penis. When he had to use the toilet, he hid in a stall so no one could see the golden cage. After sending Laxus the dick pic, it took him almost half an hour for the embarrassment to cool off from his cheeks.

And then … he got called in to see his father.

He stood before Llewellyn, heart hammering, wondering if somehow his father knew. Was it obviously? Did it show? Had someone somehow seen it? A security video, maybe?

"Ah, Freed!" the CEO grinned, waving for him to take a seat in front of the desk.

As Freed walked over the carpet, he remembered the erotic dream of the window washer. He looked at the mahogany desk and recalled where Laxus had scratched it up. Merely thinking about it made his cock fill the cage. He was glad it would not allow him to get fully erect. He sat in one of two chairs in front of the desk and faced his father with a stiff, straight back.

"Do you remember a few months ago when I asked you to pose for some publicity shots?"

Freed yanked himself out of memories of that fantasy. "Ah, yes. Something about a local ezine article on the future of modern businessmen. It was focused on university business majors in their final year."

"Yes, well…"

Llewellyn pulled out a magazine and placed it on the desk, giving it a shove toward his son with a proud expression. Freed pulled it closer and pick the magazine up to view it. On the glossy cover was his own proud face, hair shading one eye while the other gleamed shrewdly, arms folded in a bold and defiant pose the photographer had worked him into. He looked good, he had to admit.

Then he saw the title.

"Fiore Business Magazine?" he cried out. He was on the cover of the biggest business magazine in the country! "I thought it was some local group."

"Originally, yes, but FBM came to me a couple of weeks ago. They saw the ezine article about you and the upcoming generation of business leaders, and they wanted to feature the Justine Corporation as a model for family businesses. I recommended that they purchase some of the photographers shots, as they were far too good for some local online publishing group. It's quite a splendid write-up. It hasn't even hit shelves, and already we're getting many calls from admirers."

Freed groaned in annoyance. Just what he needed, more flighty women pestering him! "How could they write an article about me without asking me?"

"The article is more about the company and quotes some of your university thesis. No direct quotes from you, obviously, although I did get a statement in."

"If I was going to be featured in something like this, I should have been warned."

"You agreed to the photo shoot."

"For a small ezine. Not for this," he shouted, slapping at the magazine. "Father, I know you probably meant well, but this is national coverage."

"Exactly! The sort of publicity our company needs."

"But it's my face on the cover. I should have been asked!" Freed turned away, running his fingers through his hair and sending those unruly cowlicks spiking up in frustration. "I was fine if it was an article about the academic life of business majors," he said, trying to be calmer. However, he slammed his finger down at the glossy cover and shouted at the magnate, "I didn't give consent to this."

Llewellyn arched an eyebrow. "Give consent?" he spat. "This isn't sex, Freed. This is business and an opportunity for national exposure for the Justine Corporation. I had to leap on this as soon as possible."

"Then you could have warned me."

He made a face, realizing his son was right, but simply stated, "It slipped my mind."

"What?" he screamed.

"Calm down," Llewellyn shouted back, yet he regained his own equanimity almost instantly. "It'll be fine," he assured smoothly. "I've already set up a secretary to take calls for you and schedule any television interviews. It won't interfere with your work."

"What about interfering with my life?" he shouted.

Llewellyn's proud gaze turned cold. "This company should be a larger part of your life than anything else besides family. Remember that!"

"What about being more important than love?"

Llewellyn lifted his chin slightly. "Are you worried that Laxus will disapprove?" he asked with a slight sneer. "Son, I accept that he's your boyfriend, and while I do think it would be a grave mistake for the public to learn of your relationship with someone as … questionably moral as him, I still accept it. For now."

Freed's teeth clenched at that.

"However, any person you take as a lover, no matter their gender or social standing, has to realize that you are the life-blood of the Justine Corporation. If you read the article, you will see what I mean. You are our future, my son. Maybe you think it's unfair, but a lot of people are resting their hopes in you. You will be expected to make appearances a lot more as this corporation grows. You'll be doing more interviews, and sometimes you won't get a warning that something big is about to happen. You have to adjust, be flexible, and continue smiling for the world's flashing cameras. You are the face of our future." His stern gaze softened, and Llewellyn smiled at his son. "I'm grateful you have your mother's looks. They serve you well."

"It's the same as before," he snarled, looking anything but angelic now. "All those parties, dragging me around, showing me off, 'Oh what a pretty son you have!' Nothing has changed. I'm just a pretty face."

"A bold and strong visage, but you are far more than that. I wouldn't put this much trust in you, this much public exposure onto you, unless I was 110% confident that you can handle this. People look at you and instantly trust you. They want to follow you. You live up to expectations—"

"I barely meet your approval!" Freed shouted.

Llewellyn paused. "I'm sorry if it comes across that way. I know I can be harsh and demanding, but you honestly impress me. I expect so much out of you because, in you, I see a better man than myself, better than my father who started this business." He smiled paternally. "I have full confidence in your leadership skills, Freed."

His mouth dropped slightly. "Y-you do?"

He nodded with an amiable gleam in his eyes. "I wish you had as much confidence in yourself. It's something you lack, and I don't know how to show you that you are a natural leader besides giving you tasks that require that skill. Perhaps it's so natural to you, you honestly don't see it, but others do!"

As nice as it was to hear that, Freed still shook his head in protest. "Just yesterday, you said I was working too slow."

"You do push time limits, but you have never been late. It's a tiny flaw, Freed, but I figured it'd be best to nip that habit in the bud before it becomes ingrained. Macao chastised me for it," he chuckled. "He says I expect perfection out of you, and perhaps he's right, because what I see in front of me is a man who is a diamond, already cut and polished, but it could always use a slightly different cut, slightly more refinement. You're the Cullinan Diamond of this company."

"The Cullinan was broken!"

"Exactly. I am one part, you are the other. A chip off the old block, as they say," he said jovially. "My father would have been the whole Cullinan; I'm the Cullinan I, symbol of the head of state; you're the Cullinan II. Do you know where the Cullinan II Diamond is located?"

Freed had learned about this in a history class. "The Imperial State Crown, worn by the British monarch."

Llewellyn nodded proudly at his knowledge. "You are the crown, the royal jewel everyone sees first. Your voice has the command of the Justines, but your face is as pure as a diamond, angelic like your mother. Yes, people will judge you by that that face. They will judge all of us by how you comport yourself. That's part of the job. If you're going to be CEO one day, you have to get used to it, and any significant other you have will have to accept that you are a public figure."

"But I don't like to be—"

"Publicity is a key to business," Llewellyn shouted over him. "Get used to it, or get out."

Freed stiffened at such a sudden ultimatum. Was his father serious?

"I, of all people, should not be telling you this. I've done plenty in the past that put my public self in danger. I probably haven't learned," he confessed. "I hope you will, and I don't want to see you make the same mistakes I did. Your mother had to do a lot to cover up my slips over the years. I've already had to do a bit of cleaning up after you."

Freed felt his chest clench and his limbs go numb. "Wh-what … what sort of … cleaning up?"

The BDSM exhibition came to mind. He had been naked and on display, paddled in front of hundreds. Yes, he knew it was a risk, and although they used a mask to obscure his facial features, someone could have noticed him despite that, just as he had noticed Rufus Lore.

What if Rufus really had recognized him as well?

What if he had tried to blackmail the Justines?

What if…?

"I received a phone call a few days ago from Senator Mard Geer."

The squeeze in his chest loosened. Mard Geer?

"He said he met you and Laxus at a show in the opera house."

"Yes," Freed admitted, still hesitant. "Why would he bring that up?" Mard wasn't a past client as well, was he? Laxus had not said anything about it.

"He merely thought to put in a call and ask if I was aware that my son is gay."

"So?" Freed asked, still on edge but starting to realize the fetish club had nothing to do with this.

"It's fortunate the Senator doesn't know who Laxus is. When I hired a stripper named Thor, no matter how discreet it was, it put a great risk on our family's reputation. You openly dating Laxus holds a far greater risk, and eventually someone will realize just who he is. There are ways to counterbalance that. For one, please ask Laxus to list as many former clients as he can recall. I can make sure those people are not invited to dinners at our house and seek some guarantee that they will not say anything to the media."

"You're going to bribe them," Freed sneered.

"Only if necessary. I'm fairly certain these men will not want a public scandal anyway. We can simply make certain they do not attempt to disgrace us."

"Father!" he shouted, outraged at the underhanded tactic.

"The other way to counterbalance is to be otherwise flawless in the public eye. If you are the ideal son and Laxus comports himself well in public, people may forgive him his past."

"He has nothing to apologize about," Freed bellowed, feeling protective over Laxus.

"Others may see it differently, including himself."

Freed blinked in surprise. Did Laxus truly feel like his past was a shame, like he had to apologize for what he did back then? There were moments when he seemed disgusted by his past, but Freed had accepted him for who he was from the very beginning.

"I highly recommend you seriously watch out what you do in public," Llewellyn continued. "Attending the opera house is perfectly fine, but I'm afraid I must forbid you from stepping into any club of ill-repute."

Freed gulped, and the tightness in his chest was back. Laxus had all but confessed that Llewellyn once went to the fetish club. He knew where Laxus worked, and he probably knew he was not merely an electrician.

"I would also recommend you try to convince him to stop working there."

Freed opened his mouth to protest again.

"I know," Llewellyn butted in, holding up his hands to placate him. "I know I have no right to dictate where he works, but for your sake, the more public exposure he gets in places like that, the harder it will be on you. It'll be impossible to convince the public he's not the same man as before when he's still working as a stripper."

Freed mumbled angrily, "He's not a stripper."

"Then whatever it is he does. Something about demonstrations, that's all I know. Doing live demos means hundreds see him every week. They know who he is. He doesn't hide his identity at all, not even with a fake name anymore. And I'm pretty sure I don't need to say this, but you participating in a fetish club in any sort of way, no matter how minor, is absolutely out of the question. If I find out you do, you will not be CEO of this company."

The squeeze in his chest clenched so tightly, Freed felt like his heart was about to explode.

Llewellyn slammed his finger onto the magazine. "You are a public face. You should watch what you do in public from now on. I swear, Freed, if I have to bribe members of the paparazzi to cover up a sex scandal because Laxus couldn't keep it in his pants, I may have no choice but to fire you. So please, for the sake of not just the company, but of our whole family, please be careful from now on."

He dropped his head. "Yes, Father."

Freed almost felt like crying now. No more fetish club. No more public kinks. Laxus would never want to quit the club, and he would probably get mad for Freed even suggesting it. His life was as regulated now as an adult as it had been when he was a child.

Llewellyn saw the sullen look on Freed's face and sighed. He stood from his leather chair, walked around the massive table, pulled the other chair over, and sat beside Freed, no longer a CEO and his employee, but purely as father and son.

"I don't like being a dictator in your life," he assured softly. "You're a strong man, brilliant, fiercely independent—always have been," he said, smiling with pride. "I shouldn't have to remind you of this stuff."

"Then why are you?" he snapped, trying to keep his voice steady.

Llewellyn let out a nearly inaudible sigh. His lips twisted, but he whispered, "I think you know why."

Freed jolted. Oh shit! "Wh-what? When?"

"There's been more than once?" Llewellyn asked, looking disappointed and almost angry.

Freed could not answer truthfully. Hell, he was wearing a cock cage under his pants right at that moment!

"The employee parking lot has security cameras. Two of our security guards are enjoying a vacation in Hawaii right now, thanks to your indiscretion."

Freed's cheeks lost all heat and color. That day in the Corvette! Fuck! Someone actually saw. He should have known there was security, but he honestly thought they were out of view of any cameras.

With a dry throat and feeling deeply ashamed, Freed whispered, "Will there be problems?"

"No, I made sure. I can control my own employees, but I can't control everything."

Freed thought about things he and Laxus had said. He really wanted car sex again. He seriously wanted a blow job in the restroom again some day. Plus that erotic dream last night, fucking on the desk now directly in front of him, pressing Laxus against the window. All impossible.

It really had been foolish, risky, and careless.

"It won't happen again," he muttered, staring at the desk as those erotic dreams died with the reality of his social position.

"I trust that it won't." Llewellyn straightened up, back into CEO-mode. "We have a joint interview scheduled this weekend with the Times. It's meant to coincide with the publishing of Fiore Business Magazine. Your presence is mandatory. Photos will be taken, so dress nicely … and make sure any bruises are covered up."

He flushed that his father could mention BDSM bruising so casually in conversation.

"One last thing." Llewellyn looked aside and sighed. "Damn! I really hate to tell you this."

Freed raised his head, worried what could be even worse.

After a moment, Llewellyn continued. "You must be the one to make Laxus realize what his limits are and stand by them. As the submissive in your relationship, you set the borders. He may not like all the restrictions. He seems the sort who doesn't like being told he can't do something. You must be firm and deny him. He'll push your limits; it's practically his job to do that. You must tell him no! No matter what, you need to be firm."

"You're hinting he won't like it."

"I'm fairly certain he won't," Llewellyn admitted. "This issue … it could be a deal-breaker."

Freed's hands drew into stubborn fists. "Laxus wouldn't break up with me just because I set some limits on public exposure."

"He could."

"I know he wouldn't," Freed said loyally.

Deep inside, he knew Laxus would understand. After all, except for the fetish club, Laxus had always tried to talk Freed out of public kinks. In the car, Laxus had warned him against it. In the men's restroom, he had insisted it was too dangerous. Freed was the one who liked the thrill. He knew it would probably end up with him begging and Laxus being the stern one denying his craving for thrills.

"Just make sure he understands. Take the magazine with you. Perhaps if he sees you on the cover, the reality of your position will sink in … for both of you!"

Freed nodded and took the magazine. "Father … I apologize for snapping earlier."

"It's understandable. In the future, I will warn you earlier about periodicals. It slipped my mind. Things have been really hectic, especially with Bickslow's recovery."

"How is he doing, anyway? I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks."

"Slow, but steadily getting better. He should be home by the summer garden party. You and Laxus are invited to that, only if he provides a list of his former clients."

"I'll talk to him about it."

"Thank you. Now, back to work with you."

Freed tipped his head in respect and left the office. He returned to his desk, but his mind was a blank.

He and Laxus had been caught!

What if someone recognized him from the fetish club?

What if this magazine came out, and someone said "Hey, isn't he that angel who was paddled?"

What if word got out?

His heart began to race as he thought about the media frenzy, the wild rumors, tabloids, the company being blackmailed, stocks plummeting, Laxus villainized as an abusive sexual deviant, being unable to leave the condo without wading through a mob of reporters. He had seen it happen to others in lower positions than himself.

He brought out his cellphone and texted Laxus.

'I have news when you get home. Sorta good, sorta bad.'

He looked at the magazine again. Seeing his face on such a prestigious national magazine was surreal. While it was a great honor, it was terrifying.

He would have to get used to publicity.

That meant being more cautious when out in public.

No more fetish club. No more public sex.

He felt like his world was closing in.

"Laxus," he whispered, clutching his phone. He sent another message.

'I need you tonight, if at all possible.'

He needed Laxus, needed him to be something great, something more overwhelming than his own life and responsibilities, all-consuming, to humble him, humiliate him, make him normal, make him human again, instead of this glossy symbol of a perfect future for the business. He needed to be normalized and balanced, plunged into hell and soared straight up to heaven, only to drift back to earth as a simple man, nothing more.

His phone buzzed, and Freed's heart raced before he could even check it.

'I'll be there by 7. Eat dinner early, because you won't be able to walk later. Have the cage off and be naked. I'm fucking you until neither one of us can move.'

He closed down the chat screen in a rush and glanced around in paranoia, terrified someone may have seen that. The phone buzzed again, then two more times, but he was scared to see what more Laxus had to say. Once he was certain no one was around, he peeked at it.

'Freed? You there? If you're really bad, I can leave right now.'

He smiled at how attentive Laxus was, willing to drop everything for him. He wrote back:

'No, I'm okay. Rough day, I'll tell you about it later … after I can't leave the bed.'

'I keep staring at your caged dick. I want it. Now!'

Freed blushed and hid his phone again. He glanced around the office. He did not have any pressing work, so he got up as if to use the restroom. He checked, made sure the entire restroom was empty, then hid in a stall, lowered his pants and boxers, and angled the phone to take another shot of the golden cock cage. He sent the picture.

'You mean this? You want it?' ♥

'Fuck YES!'

Freed licked his lips as he reached down, cradled his balls, and took another picture fondling himself. He sent the photo while biting his lower lip.

'Do you want me to do anything?'

'Dammit Freed, I'm in public.'

Freed stifled a laugh.

'Hold the fuck on. Wait!' A couple of minutes passed with Freed just standing there, pants down, wondering what Laxus might order him. Maybe they could not be kinky in public, but restrooms still afforded some privacy. 'Are you in the can?'

'Still here and waiting, getting bored.'

'Fuck you. Let me see your face.'

Freed held the camera out and took a selfie.

'You look too damn handsome. Undo your shirt but keep the tie on. Let me see your nipples.'

Freed caught his breath. He set the phone down as he unbuttoned his shirt and spread it apart. With the tie on, he could not easily move the rest of the clothes, only pull it apart. He took another shot, this time with his chest exposed. His cheeks showed how humiliating this was.

'Damn yes. Scratch yourself, good and hard. I want to see the nail marks on your skin.'

Freed flinched as his cock began to get hard from the sheer arousal of having Laxus order him around. He placed his nails against his chest, tensing up as he awaited the pain. Then he scratched down hard. He gasped at the shock of pain. Thankfully, no one else was in the restroom. He breathed through the sting, trembled as he held the camera out, and took the picture. His face showed the flinching of pain and five pink lines coming up on his pale chest.

'That's beautiful. Are you hard?'

'It's starting to get hard.'

'Let me see.'

Freed lowered the camera to show how his cock had filled the chastity device to the point of pulling on the ring secured around his scrotum.

'Fucking majestic! I'm going to kiss those scratches tonight and pleasure that cock of yours. I'll make you come twice, maybe more if you're able to. I'm gonna make you never want me to leave.'

Freed sighed wistfully. 'I already don't want you to leave me ever again.'

'I need to hear that. ☺ I'm almost done here. Can't wait to see you.'

'Did you actually inherit something?'

'Yeah, nothing weird, thank God, just some cash. Tell you about it later.'

Freed had thought about waiting to mention the business magazine, but he knew it would bother him all day. He typed in quickly. 'Something happened today. I'm on a magazine cover. My father didn't warn me about it. I have to be careful in public from now on. Also, we got caught that time in the parking garage. No serious trouble, but Father chewed me out a bit.'

'Fuck! Are you okay?'

'Stressed. I need you tonight. Not an emergency.'

'That fucking dad of yours keeps pissing me off.' ( Ò_Ó )

'Sorry.' ( T_T )

'It's not you. I'd beat him except he'd like it, so I'm going to beat you instead. Get dressed, do your work, go home, eat, and get naked. I want to see this magazine first. Gonna smack your ass with that magazine.'

'Mmm!' ♥

'I hope it's a thick one. I should make my own mag of you. A porn mag, full-page pictures of you tied up and drooling all over yourself. I'd beat off to that mag every day.'

'Laxus!'

'Or do you want one of me? A full page of this?'

A photo came over the phone, a closeup of Laxus with an arousal. Freed covered his mouth against a shout of instant arousal. He flopped down onto the toilet as he gawked at the glorious picture.

"Shit!" he hissed as his cock throbbed and began to pull painfully at the restraining cage.

'Your cock hurting?'

'Yes!'

'Good. Save it for me. Tell you what. DO NOT remove the cage. I'll do it. Be naked, in a collar, wearing your precious gold cage. White color. I want my angel tonight.' ♥

Freed smiled dreamily. His angel! Laxus even sent a heart. How sweet!

'I need my thunder god.'

'You'll get a good jolt, I promise you that!'

Freed closed his eyes and pictured it, being on the bed, Laxus smothering him and overwhelming him, thrusting all his cares away. He stroked along the cage, although his cock could only barely feel the heat of his fingers. Then his phone buzzed again, and Freed yanked himself out of the fantasy.

'Fuck, we need to stop or I'm gonna jerk off, and I promised not to. Are you sure you're okay?'

Freed thought about it. He had been panicking earlier, but now … now he felt confident. Laxus would make him normal again. Life was bearable with that man by his side. 'I'm feeling better.'

'Text if anything comes up. I mean it.'

'Thank you, Laxus.'

'Don't thank me. I'm glad you pulled me out of some ass boring gossip shit. I'm gonna drink up their booze then head home. Be ready for me.'

'Yes, master. Ready and eager.' ♥

'Fuck I want to leave now!'

'Don't take too long.'

'I will walk through the door right at seven o'clock. Be waiting submissively.'

'On my knees and ready for your cock, master.'

'Fuck, Freed!'

'That's what I want you to do, master. Fuck Freed!' ♥♥♥

'Dammit, stop right now. Shit, you're too sexy.'

Freed stifled a laugh. He imagined Laxus flushed and troubled by his arousal flaring up again.

'Be safe coming home.'

'Yeah … you too. See you tonight.'

'I'll be waiting.'

They left it at that. Freed put his phone away, buttoned up his shirt, still flinching over the welts coming up, and yanked his pants back on. He took one last look down at the cage.

For now, he had to be a Justine, the CEO's son, dignified and steadfast.

He would be FREED tonight.

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